butIcouldnot,ofcourse,getatthebeginningandendofasingleline,andwasunable,inwhatIcouldread,tomakeanyguessatthesense。Themerewords,however,wokeinmefeelingswhichtodescribewas,fromtheirstrangeness,impossible。Somedreams,somepoems,somemusicalphrases,somepictures,wakefeelingssuchasoneneverhadbefore,newincolourandform——spiritualsensations,asitwere,hithertounproved:here,someofthephrases,someofthesenselesshalf—lines,someevenoftheindividualwordsaffectedmeinsimilarfashion——aswiththearomaofanidea,rousinginmeagreatlongingtoknowwhatthepoemorpoemsmight,evenyetintheirmutilation,holdorsuggest。
Icopiedoutafewofthelargershredsattainable,andtriedhardtocompletesomeofthelines,butwithouttheleastsuccess。TheonlythingIgainedintheeffortwassomuchwearinessthat,whenIwenttobed,Ifellasleepatonceandsleptsoundly。
Inthemorningallthathorroroftheemptygarretspaceshadleftme。
CHAPTERIV
SOMEWHEREORNOWHERE？